Sir John: Her basket, Bob ... and pray keep the shaving-brush out o’ my mouth!

Robert: Your pardon, sir!

Sir John: Her basket, Bob!

Robert: I judged it over heavy for a young fe——

Sir John: Damsel, Bob.

Robert: Yes, sir.

Sir John: To be sure ’twas too heavy—and I fancy you ha’ lathered me enough.

Robert: I think so too, sir.

Sir John: She hath a remarkably neat foot, Bob!

Robert: I have ob-served same, sir.